dinsdag 30 augustus 2011

Morocco will take part in the meeting in Paris to seek ways to 'help' Libya in rebuilding their country and is looking for ways to co operate with the new Libyan authorities.

And on the 22nd of August Morocco recognized the Transitional National Assembly as representative of the Libyan people.

But our own peaceful demonstrators end up in jail, corruption is law, poor women give birth in the waiting room of hospitals, Marrakech is a wonderful place for pedophiles, women in villages get beat up if they speak up, journalists disappear, my dear friend got beaten up for attending a protest.. do I need to continue??

Don't get me wrong.. I am very proud of the Libyans and they fill my North African heart with pride! And I have a sticker of the flag in my room which I kiss every night before I go to bed. And I really hope Libya will prosper and rebuild itself.

Don't get me wrong once again.. I love Morocco and it's people but I see 30 million people are being oppressed and wanting what they achieved in Libya. To claim their rights and have their dignity, their freedom back..

So that's why I wonder what Morocco will do to 'help' the new Libya when Morocco is turning into the old Libya?

Police forces attacked the humble village Ighrem 200 km from Agadir, Morocco. This violence came after the residents asked for jobs and the end of their villages isolation. The police attacked women and old people. The first video shows scars of women beaten severely.

The young people of this villages have no jobs opportunities and leave to go work in the big city Agadir and demanded their right for education and a bright future. The tribes gathered also to demand the release of four prisoners who were transferred to the city of Meknes.

The second video is of a woman who lives in the villages and explain the situation in the village of Ighrem.
The water pollution in the villages is a serious problem caused by a nearby company. The woman in the video says that they can't drink the water or wash their clothes with it. And even the cattle get ill from this water. The Makhzen tried to convince the youngster that they will take care of it but it wasn't the first time they demanded their rights. The people were persisted and then the attack followed. They have been complaining for a long time and the Makhzens answer were beatings.

zondag 28 augustus 2011

To celebrate the fall of the tyranny in Libya the February 20th Movement in Morocco held a solidarity march. he March took place in different big cities in Morocco. Here is a video and some photos of this march.

He would ask for a word again and again,
No one told him she was deaf,

He begged,
Begged for an answer of any kind,
Her tongue would ache

He asked her to walk,
To walk until they would reach the sea,
To walk slowly towards the horizon,
She would run and flee into the desert,
And join the desert sun

He asked her to listen,
To listen to his poems and hundreds of songs written in her name
He would ask very politely
She hurried, and speak a language he did not understand,
She would use signs he could not unraffle

He questioned his love,
Trapped in his own web with a black widow breathing down his neck,

With her head held tight between his head,
Anxious, petrified, horrified and to frightened to wink his eyes,
Scared that she will run away again,
Run away beyond the desert, beyond life.

He would hold her head and search for the eyes that once burned down every dream,
Searching for the eyes that once sang his name,
The eyes that once colored his world,
The only eyes that allowed him to see flowers,
The only eyes that would grant him rest,
The eyes that cradled him, read stories,
The eyes that gave him a scent.

We would see him standing there again,
What he wanted was already asked for,
Everything he wanted to see was already seen,

He would ask where she went,
When he would hold her map,

He would ask for his lover systematically,
In his breathing, in his look, with every step,

He would ask for his old lover,
When she would stand before him with her ancient love.

donderdag 25 augustus 2011

A sit-in was held in Rabat in front of the Parlement out of solidarity with the political prisoners Seddik Kabbouri and Abderrahim Chenou members of the CDT (Democratic Confederation of Labour) and the AMDH (Moroccan Association for Human Rights) .

The protesters demanded their immediate and unconditional release, and expressed their total solidarity with the people of Bouarfa fighting peacefully for their legitimate rights.

Seddik Kabbouri and Abderrahim Chenou were arrested following protests on May 26th, 2011 in Bouarfa approximatly 300km South from the city Oujda. They are being held in the prison in Oujda.

The two millitants have been on hunger strike since the 8th of September.

By Mariam El Maslouhi:So he waited
So he waited,
Consciously and unconsciously,
Waited for a butterfly to greet him and for his mothers kiss,

So he sat and waited some more,
Nervous and calm,
He waited for a dariwshian poem maybe a beauty to smile upon his face,

So he sat and waited some more, maybe nights who shall say,
He waited for Qais laila’s diagnose, he waited for Laila herself to grant him madness

He sat homeless, eyeless and songless,
Waited with all his patience held tight between his arms and he would cradle it,
He waited with his ignorance held in both hands

He waited and read, he read about waiting and was delighted,
He read about love and felt his aching heart,

So he waited and sang some more
The songs the beetle learned him once,
Sang the song that the ants sang at dawn, and when the sun would reach her highest point he would sing the song of the wingless swans.

So yes he waited,
Maybe for Aphrodite or Isis and her son
Or God? Allah?

He waited as if the messiah would never return and as if the world had forgotten about the twelfth imam

He waited, maybe for his empty veins to fill up once again,

Chocking in his solitude,
Bathing in his memory without remembrance
Soaked in his own poison